I mean like, interacting for the sake of interacting? Small talk with others is fun and you can easily get it from any person. Have you not had a small chat with the cashier going out for stuff?
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As Gary looked around he noted a variety of scenes all of which were pretty mundane to the vampire but they warranted some study. While patience was a virtue, or rather an inevitability for his kind, the Malicious Missionary was not feeling all that virtuous at least not in that way. Gary knew that he was working against a ticking clock, as he had no idea how long he would be allowed to saunter throughout the City of Sins, and the fact that he had not heard so much as breathing from this lad did concern him.
The vampire's face contorted into a grimace, pursing his lips and lowering immaculate eyebrows. He shut his tome as he once again removed his shoulder and turned to face the man he thought was destined to be a part of the conversion process and spoke. "My, my well how time flies. I see that, by your hhrm, wordless demeanor and astute attention to the processes of rigormortis that you are so entranced by the shiny baubles of light. So... I'll erm..."
Gary scratched the back of his head as he thought about how to conclude his departure with the man. In the back of Gary's mind, he had an idea. Among his kind many were esteemed landed gentry who existed in a high echelon of respect and power, while at this particular juncture in time Gary was not. He knew this and the thought of it occasionally crept up back into his mind in between breaks of unholy prayer and studying of the scripture.
This would be an excellent time to have a test against a subject who clearly would not judge him if he failed to properly vocalize the articulation patterns associated with the aristocrats of this day and age.
"Observe you on the side of the flip... you uh, dig, my lupus familiaris..." With that Gary gave an uneasy smirk, pointed at Nero and began waggling his right index finger at him before quickly scurrying off.
@Scallop
Well, now that the Malicious Missionary sorted out that maladroit meeting, or rather attempt at it, he now needed to focus his attention on a group of individuals he could easily find some common ground with for a chance to parlay it into a more advantageous position in his primary goal of conversion, but also his own personal goal of climbing the metaphorical ladder of hierarchy. So that ruled out trying to join up with the ogres and related creatures, as Gary was not that arrogant to assume he could rub shoulders with them as brothers. It ruled out a fair amount of the goblins as even they held too lofty of a standing for now. The harpies might have been a possibility but he was nowhere near sufficient enough to participate in their games of gossip.
That left him realistically with two choices.
The first of the options were to introduce himself to the the small shushu, a rather particularly nasty breed of cat that for some reason or another wished to be buried in its owner's hair. Gary assumed this was its attempt to chew through the skull in order to pilot a bipedial being in an attempt to further the parasitic process. Of course he had not taken enough courses to be sure whether or not that was what the cat's purpose was for such activities but he had a good hunch about it. Handling that cat was, oh dear. Oh dear, that was the thing that had changed Doctor Dreary, the Mysterious Transfer Student X. Once upon a time long before that transfer student arrived, Doctor Dreary used to be a proctor full of piss and vinegar, a man who was feared for such brutality and carnage. But then he had the misfortune of having to test that one over, and over and over again breaking him down into the miserable and apathetic wretch that he was today. And lastly they were with the "Toy-boy", some child who had no real proper faith.
While converting and showing light to the faithless would be a fine test, Gary did not want to press his luck with the thing or deal with a shushu attempting to burrow into his skull. So he was left to go with the other group and so he sauntered over to them. Well he would've sauntered to all of them, but it appeared that one of the fellow lowlifes was voted off the island, so to speak. Or perhaps they were exiled for bringing the collective group of the insectoid woman, the purple gremlin and the hazmat suit down. Gary was not sure and it would be impolite to ask this upon a first meeting with the other two maidens and the suit.
The vampire took a moment to adjust his cravat with his free-hand and return his Dastardly Book of Dick under his left shoulder, before giving a flourish with the right hand and bowing his head slightly. "Salutations dear developing debutantes in waiting..." As he begun that his eyes focused on the Captain in the hazmat suit trying to figure out a polite way to speak to them, "...and aspiring soldier? Gaseous cloud entombed by a suit? Multiple persons stacked upon each other attempting t-"
Raising his head back up, Gary shook his head. "At this juncture such a thing does not hold too much warranted importance. What does hold importance is that of scheming, of plotting most malevolent machinations and I, I am at service here for such things. I am Sir Harding, Gary Harding. Missionary." With that Gary bared out his fangs trying to show off a proper smile of enjoyment and not so much that of a more monstrous grin.
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The vampire's face contorted into a grimace, pursing his lips and lowering immaculate eyebrows. He shut his tome as he once again removed his shoulder and turned to face the man he thought was destined to be a part of the conversion process and spoke. "My, my well how time flies. I see that, by your hhrm, wordless demeanor and astute attention to the processes of rigormortis that you are so entranced by the shiny baubles of light. So... I'll erm..."
Gary scratched the back of his head as he thought about how to conclude his departure with the man. In the back of Gary's mind, he had an idea. Among his kind many were esteemed landed gentry who existed in a high echelon of respect and power, while at this particular juncture in time Gary was not. He knew this and the thought of it occasionally crept up back into his mind in between breaks of unholy prayer and studying of the scripture.
This would be an excellent time to have a test against a subject who clearly would not judge him if he failed to properly vocalize the articulation patterns associated with the aristocrats of this day and age.
"Observe you on the side of the flip... you uh, dig, my lupus familiaris..." With that Gary gave an uneasy smirk, pointed at Nero and began waggling his right index finger at him before quickly scurrying off.
@Scallop
Well, now that the Malicious Missionary sorted out that maladroit meeting, or rather attempt at it, he now needed to focus his attention on a group of individuals he could easily find some common ground with for a chance to parlay it into a more advantageous position in his primary goal of conversion, but also his own personal goal of climbing the metaphorical ladder of hierarchy. So that ruled out trying to join up with the ogres and related creatures, as Gary was not that arrogant to assume he could rub shoulders with them as brothers. It ruled out a fair amount of the goblins as even they held too lofty of a standing for now. The harpies might have been a possibility but he was nowhere near sufficient enough to participate in their games of gossip.
That left him realistically with two choices.
The first of the options were to introduce himself to the the small shushu, a rather particularly nasty breed of cat that for some reason or another wished to be buried in its owner's hair. Gary assumed this was its attempt to chew through the skull in order to pilot a bipedial being in an attempt to further the parasitic process. Of course he had not taken enough courses to be sure whether or not that was what the cat's purpose was for such activities but he had a good hunch about it. Handling that cat was, oh dear. Oh dear, that was the thing that had changed Doctor Dreary, the Mysterious Transfer Student X. Once upon a time long before that transfer student arrived, Doctor Dreary used to be a proctor full of piss and vinegar, a man who was feared for such brutality and carnage. But then he had the misfortune of having to test that one over, and over and over again breaking him down into the miserable and apathetic wretch that he was today. And lastly they were with the "Toy-boy", some child who had no real proper faith.
While converting and showing light to the faithless would be a fine test, Gary did not want to press his luck with the thing or deal with a shushu attempting to burrow into his skull. So he was left to go with the other group and so he sauntered over to them. Well he would've sauntered to all of them, but it appeared that one of the fellow lowlifes was voted off the island, so to speak. Or perhaps they were exiled for bringing the collective group of the insectoid woman, the purple gremlin and the hazmat suit down. Gary was not sure and it would be impolite to ask this upon a first meeting with the other two maidens and the suit.
The vampire took a moment to adjust his cravat with his free-hand and return his Dastardly Book of Dick under his left shoulder, before giving a flourish with the right hand and bowing his head slightly. "Salutations dear developing debutantes in waiting..." As he begun that his eyes focused on the Captain in the hazmat suit trying to figure out a polite way to speak to them, "...and aspiring soldier? Gaseous cloud entombed by a suit? Multiple persons stacked upon each other attempting t-"
Raising his head back up, Gary shook his head. "At this juncture such a thing does not hold too much warranted importance. What does hold importance is that of scheming, of plotting most malevolent machinations and I, I am at service here for such things. I am Sir Harding, Gary Harding. Missionary." With that Gary bared out his fangs trying to show off a proper smile of enjoyment and not so much that of a more monstrous grin.
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And because of these amalgamations of various tap water machinations, we have filters.
And boy what a Summer it was...
I have to imagine the Captain's pedigree as being the true host of host comes from a far more disease ridden hellhole. My top three guesses would be Rio, the Hudson River or Sudan.
And so it had happened, the dark portal had brought them to their destination. Sin City. A place known for vice over virtue, where drugs moved as freely as the colorful chips people exchanged their materialistic currencies for in an attempt to obtain more materialistic currencies. It was a place full of dangers, both seen and unseen.
But for the Malicious Missionary this decadent ground of deviants was a veritable garden in which to convert others to the word of Dick. However even here there were dangers to his kind.
Born and molded by the darkness, Gary Profusmo Harding did not care for the gaudy neon signs. They would bend time in such a way that would cause patrons to forget day from night, and Gary wouldn't, no couldn't, make that mistake. Clutching his Unholy Book under his left shoulder he adjusted his flowing cravat which complimented his dark attire which was only chic many centuries ago. His crimsons eyes took stock of his fellow classmates while his mind wandered on the converts possible here.
With that he made his mental notes and progressed to the individual known as Nero. He offered a small and a nod to the boy as he opened up his unholy tome.
"We have as much time as the Most Malicious Power, the Truest Evil, He of the Dastardly Word of Dick, provides us. With that time we are blessed to live a life of pure, wholesome, unadulterated evil and to best serve out His Will. So yeah come on let's rock and or roll Sin City and the sights it has." remarked Gary as he threw his right arm around Nero's shoulder and began walking off towards the nearest door to some casino.
"I'll show you a good time which only a Missionary of the Church of Voguish Rogues can provide...Oh." He paused in his steps as he glanced around, "If you wish to bring others from the crowd along, feel free, I will wait before providing a full service. But do not dally I am most positive there are many others in this city who need the guiding Dastardly Words of Dick in their lives now so they can truly understand what it means to be evil."
@Scallop
But for the Malicious Missionary this decadent ground of deviants was a veritable garden in which to convert others to the word of Dick. However even here there were dangers to his kind.
Born and molded by the darkness, Gary Profusmo Harding did not care for the gaudy neon signs. They would bend time in such a way that would cause patrons to forget day from night, and Gary wouldn't, no couldn't, make that mistake. Clutching his Unholy Book under his left shoulder he adjusted his flowing cravat which complimented his dark attire which was only chic many centuries ago. His crimsons eyes took stock of his fellow classmates while his mind wandered on the converts possible here.
With that he made his mental notes and progressed to the individual known as Nero. He offered a small and a nod to the boy as he opened up his unholy tome.
"We have as much time as the Most Malicious Power, the Truest Evil, He of the Dastardly Word of Dick, provides us. With that time we are blessed to live a life of pure, wholesome, unadulterated evil and to best serve out His Will. So yeah come on let's rock and or roll Sin City and the sights it has." remarked Gary as he threw his right arm around Nero's shoulder and began walking off towards the nearest door to some casino.
"I'll show you a good time which only a Missionary of the Church of Voguish Rogues can provide...Oh." He paused in his steps as he glanced around, "If you wish to bring others from the crowd along, feel free, I will wait before providing a full service. But do not dally I am most positive there are many others in this city who need the guiding Dastardly Words of Dick in their lives now so they can truly understand what it means to be evil."
@Scallop
@Lonewolf685 So, what's on the other end of swirly vortex?
Among those settled in the archaic designed amphitheater was the Malicious Missionary of the Church of Voguish Rogues, currently his position was among the nose-bleed sections. Fortunately for him that name was not simply a silly nomenclature, as many individuals present among these rafters were bleeding from their noses. This effectively meant that Gary had a free tap of succulent blood to imbibe from, which he was currently doing.
At this moment he held two items, a silver chalice which was filled with blood in his right hand and then underneath his left shoulder he had The Dastardly Book of Dick. The blackened covers bound the profane pages, pieces of human flesh which had the most unholy words etched into piece by painstaking piece by sinister scriveners locked away in solitude until the manuscript was complete. Each page was immeasurable in its value, as they all contained the diabolical doctrine of what it means to be truly evil.
It was no wonder then why Gary kept the book so close to his heart; well that and you never know when some arrogant upstart might try to drive a stake into your heart.
While the speech progressed, Gary allowed his mind to wander of the future work he was destined to do. After all many people were so cursed that they had not even heard of the Dastardly Word of Dick. The Malicious Missionary could not stand to see so many people unenlightened and letting their minds rot under false knowledge leading them astray from the true word of evil. Gary gazed down upon the contents of his chalice and gave it a nice swirl.
The contents of the chalice moved sluggishly as it was an aged blood. Slowly he brought it up to his nose and wafted in the smell, before placing the chalice against his lips and sipping upon the ichor of life. Shortly thereafter Harding began swishing the contents around his mouth before swallowing it.
"Hmph." Gary remarked keeping his thoughts about the blood to himself before placing down the chalice and adjusting his cravat and opening his infernal tome.
"So many are lost, unwelcome and without a purpose. They have not heard the Unholy Word of Dick, and as a result their lives are left deject and destitute. I shall show them, I shall preach from the very mountain-tops and spread Your Word. Amen."
At this moment he held two items, a silver chalice which was filled with blood in his right hand and then underneath his left shoulder he had The Dastardly Book of Dick. The blackened covers bound the profane pages, pieces of human flesh which had the most unholy words etched into piece by painstaking piece by sinister scriveners locked away in solitude until the manuscript was complete. Each page was immeasurable in its value, as they all contained the diabolical doctrine of what it means to be truly evil.
It was no wonder then why Gary kept the book so close to his heart; well that and you never know when some arrogant upstart might try to drive a stake into your heart.
While the speech progressed, Gary allowed his mind to wander of the future work he was destined to do. After all many people were so cursed that they had not even heard of the Dastardly Word of Dick. The Malicious Missionary could not stand to see so many people unenlightened and letting their minds rot under false knowledge leading them astray from the true word of evil. Gary gazed down upon the contents of his chalice and gave it a nice swirl.
The contents of the chalice moved sluggishly as it was an aged blood. Slowly he brought it up to his nose and wafted in the smell, before placing the chalice against his lips and sipping upon the ichor of life. Shortly thereafter Harding began swishing the contents around his mouth before swallowing it.
"Hmph." Gary remarked keeping his thoughts about the blood to himself before placing down the chalice and adjusting his cravat and opening his infernal tome.
"So many are lost, unwelcome and without a purpose. They have not heard the Unholy Word of Dick, and as a result their lives are left deject and destitute. I shall show them, I shall preach from the very mountain-tops and spread Your Word. Amen."
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